Dated to mid-Jan.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally loathed the island and she loathed men. Which was almost inconvenient considering she lived on the island still and lived with a man, but it made sense -- she was angry, everything made sense. She could say the sky was green and she was so angry that everyone was supposed to just agreeShe was practically filing down her nails to sharp weapons

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[motherfuckaa]

Having lived together for a while now, Hank liked to think Sally knew when he was joking. If she didn't, then he had no idea how he hadn't been hauled up on sexual harassment charges already.

"I know what you look like naked," he pointed out, re-emerging from beneath his bed with a victorious shake of the bottle of booze he'd stashed under there weeks before. One of the perks of having a best friend who worked in the Catscratch.

He wiggled his fingers as he slumped down next to her, making a more than obvious attempt to take her mind off of the boyf who'd gone poof for a second at least. "Sometimes at night when I know you're asleep I peel back your covers and take a sneak peek. Peeping Hank, oh yeah." He lifted a palm. "Up high. Slip me some skin, sista."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally was lounging on the bed in a manner that probably made her thighs look crumpled, but she didn't bloody well care. She'd just been as good as dumped and she hated Henry for it as much as she had liked him. "Well, at least you get a look when it's moisturized," she haughtily added, shifting forward to grab at the bottle. "And I refuse to high-five," she informed him.

"It's just so...pathetic man. In the history of evolution, never has there been something quite so horrible as the high-five. It's like men banded together to determine something that would make women hate them just a little more."

[motherfuckaa]

Hank spent most of Sally's tirade high-fiving himself since he wasn't getting any love from her.

"You just don't understand men. We're simple beings. Look, look," he sat up as much as he could and pulled his t-shirt taut, revealing its message. "Use me."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

She squinted in order to read his shirt, possibly too drunk already because it seems utterly ridiculous and makes no sense. "Use you for what end? If we had sex, it would only be disaster."